Hazel toddles on over to the windowsill, trying to reach up and sniff the cans. It's too high for him to reach, so it's probably safe. Ruddiger, meanwhile, goes straight for the bag to dig around in it.

"Um, probably." Fern takes a moment, trying to root around in his memories for stuff on fire wolves. "Back home CB taught his to fly, so it can't be that hard."

How a wolf can fly at all is a big question mark, though it isn't a train of thought Fern is going to try pursuing right now. Instead he shifts a little, reaching up to rub his upper arm, where his antler tattoo is located. "I know I said this before, but I'm really sorry you had to find out I died by... y'know."

Calling Varian.